Dark Paradise

This is basically fifty shades mixed with ultraviolence
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I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness. Starving, hysterical, naked. Dragging themselves through the meager streets at dawn.
Looking for an angry fix.
Who ate fire in paint hotels drinking turpentine in paradise alley.
Death or purgatory their torsos night after night, with dreams, with drugs.
With waking nightmares.
And so, in being created in his likeness, being vanished for wanting to be too much like him, we were cast out.
And the Garden of Eden transformed into the Garden of Evil.
Los Angeles, the city of angels, the land of gods and monsters.
The in between realm, where only the choices made from your free will, will decide your souls final fate.
Some poets called it the entrance to the underworld, but on some summer nights,
it could feel like paradise.
Paradise lost.